mavenisms

[mavenisms]

@thorniism

    “ Dissonance? I don’t think so. “ What did that word even mean? It was already hard hearing her through telepathy , using a specific vocabulary only troubled Zyra even more. “ Obviously I’m not. This game was a good one but it just felt…  Incomplete. I don’t know. “ Maybe it was the team. Maybe it was the fact that they had to go jungle and– well , improvise. 

“ Perhaps it is because our jungler was about as useful as Chogath is

without his buffs?” Her lips twitch and she tries not to smirk. “Care for

some tea? Or do you not drink...tea? Apologies----I do not know what

sort of things you can eat.”

[mavenisms]

“I want to go on an adventure.”

She takes a sip of her tea----it’s rare to see Ezreal outside of the rift,

so she intends to take full advantage of his unsuspected visit.

“You wouldn’t happen to know any explorers, would you?”

[mavenisms]

@mita-rashi

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” Everything hurts. Everything hurts as Anko opens her eyes, glaring up at the sun that dares to be bright and awful when she feels like death. She pushed herself up, and rests her head in her hands. At the sight of the other woman Anko goes still, except to glare openly. Everything still hurts.

When the woman finally does speak it’s nothing pleasant, so when a glare is

given Sona flips her off. If this were a different situation, she’d be a lady and 

explain herself, but pineapple head reminds her a bit too much of her own 

allies in battle. Finally she does go through the effort of ‘speaking’ to her, just

an odd echoing voice in the recesses of the woman’s mind. 

“You were near death. I suspect you were on a mission?”

[mavenisms]

@wcrshipper

When her practicing is cut off by loud cursing she drags her nails

across the strings of her instrument, producing a rather unsightly

screech. Once she has his attention, she flips him off with a casual

smirk. Seriously? Apparently the fucker didn’t read the signs or just

shoved past security.

[mavenisms]

@mita-rashi​

Dulcet tones play from the strings of her etwhal as she waits for the purple

haired shinobi to awaken. Injuries that were fatal had been healed by the

maven with ease that others would find appalling. Sona recognizes the

headband marking her of being from Konoha----the place she is supposed

to play at in a few days. When the woman groans loudly Sona keeps playing,

an odd contrast to the blood that stains her flowing gown. It was not a fair fight

for them, after all. What’s a few shinobi to someone that has fought so many

battles?

[mavenisms]

@thorniism

Sona does not trust this woman----whatever remains of her----and 

even though she finds this odd, plant-like form appealing she is 

never one to trust over aesthetics. Even after the battle it seems 

appropriate to pluck a few chords to signify a job well done----it’s an 

odd day when Zyra jungles, Sona goes mid, and they somehow 

manage to win a 4v5. When it looks like the woman of thorns has 

something to say, Sona tilts her head and smiles.

“ Is there some form of dissonance between us? Our scores say otherwise,

  but you do not look content. “

[mavenisms]

would any khr roleplayers mind an au verse of sona being thrown their way? 

i’d like to follow people, but this is a sideblog, and i understand if that irritates

people, so i figured i ought to ask before i start adding.

[mavenisms]

Slender fingers pluck at strings, notes warning the visitor to not

push their luck or test her patience. The fire is warm and smoke 

swirls around her, tent providing cover from the elements. Thick

clouds warn that the soft snowfall will grow into a symphony of white 

and frost. The visitor will hear an ethereal voice speak, echoing in

their mind and sounding like song, yet her lips never move.

“ What is your intent, stranger? Be it innocuous or something more sinister?”

[mavenisms]

“Only you can hear me, Summoner. What masterpiece shall we play today?”